Arm. I do betray myself with blushing: maid,— Jaq. Man, Arm. I will visit thee at the lodge. Jaq. That's here by. Arm. I know, where it is fituate. Arm. I love thee. Jaq. So I heard you fay. Jaq. Fair weather after you! Dull. Come, Jaquenetta, away. [Exeunt Dull and Jaquenetta. Arm. Villain, thou fhalt faft for thy offence, ere thou be pardoned. Coft. Well, Sir, I hope, when I do it, I fhall do it on a full ftomach. Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punish'd. Coft. I am more bound to you, than your followers; for they are but lightly rewarded. Arm. Take away this villain, fhut him up. Moth. Come, you tranfgreffing flave, away. Coft. Let me not be pent up, Sir; I will faft, being loose. Moth. No, Sir, that were faft and loofe; thou fhalt to prifon. Coft. Well, if ever I do fee the merry days of defolation that I have seen, fome fhall fee Moth. What fhall fome fee? Coft. Nay, nothing, mafter Moth, but what they look upon. It is not for prifoners to be filent in their words, and therefore I will fay nothing; I thank God, I have as little patience as another man, and therefore I can be quiet. [Exeunt Moth and Coftard. Arm. I do affect the very ground (which is base) where her fhoe (which is bafer) guided by her foot (which is bafeft) doth tread. I fhall be forfworn, which is a great argument of falfhood, if I love. And how can that be true love, which is falfely attempted? love is a familiar, love is a devil; there is no evil angel but love, yet Sampfon was fo tempted, and he had an excellent ftrength; yet was Solomon fo feduced, and he had a very good wit. Cupid's but-fhaft is too hard for Hercules's club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier; the first and second cause will not ferve my turn; the Paffado he respects not, the Duello he regards not; his difgrace is to be call'd boy; but his glory is to fubdue Adieu, valour! ruft, rapier! be ftill, drum! for your manager is in love; yea, he loveth. Affift ine, fome extemporal God of rhime, for, I am fure, I fhall turn fonnetteer. Devife wit, write pen, for I am for whole volumes in folio. men. ACT II. i SCENE [Exit. 1. Before the King of Naverre's Palace. Enter the Princess of France, Rofaline, Maria, Catharine, Boyet, Lords and other Attendants. N BOYET. OW, Madam, fummon up your deareft fpirits ; Of all perfections that a man may owe, Prin. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean, Needs not the painted flourish of your praise; Tell him, the daughter of the King of France, Boyet Proud of employment, willingly I go. [Exit. Prin. All pride is willing pride, and yours is fo; Who are the votaries, my loving lords, That are vow-fellows with this virtuous King? Prin. Know ye the man? Mar. I knew him, Madam, at a marriage-feast, In Normandy faw I this Longaville, A man of fovereign parts he is esteem'd; Is a fharp wit, match'd with too blunt a will; Whole edge hath power to cut, whofe will ftill wills It should spare none, that come within his power. Prin. Some merry-mocking lord, belike; is't fo? Mar. They fay fo moft, that moft his humours know. Prin. Such fhort-liy'd wits do wither as they grow. Who are the reft? Cath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd youth, Of all that virtue love, for virtue lov'd. Moft power to do moft harm, leaft knowing ill; Rof. Another of these students at that time Prin. God blefs my ladies, are they all in love, Enter Boyet. Prin. Now, what admittance, Lord? Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach;, And he and his competitors in oath Were Were all addreft to meet you, gentle lady, Enter the King, Longaville, Dumain, Biron, and King. FA AIR Princefs, welcome to the Court of Prin. Fair, I give you back again; and welcome I have not yet: the roof of this Court is too high to be yours; and welcome to the wide fields, too base to be mine. King. You shall be welcome, Madain, to my Court. Prin. I will be welcome then; condu&t me thither. King. Hear me, dear lady, I have fworn an oath. Prin. Our Lady help my lord! he'll be forfworn. King. Not for the world, fair Madam, by my will. Prin. Why, Will fhall break its will, and nothing elfe. King. Your ladyship is ignorant what it is. Prin. Were my Lord fo, his ignorance were wife, But pardon me, I am too fudden bold: King. Madam, I will, if fuddenly I may. |